Entries Tagged as 'deep-pressed'

Tired of stepping in poo, I’d rather just be lucky


In other news, I have my tickets for George Michael. I’ll be blue.

The boot


I remember once returning from my Romanian tutoring classes in the eight grade, a guy in the street pushed me and as I had fallen another one kicked me in the jaw. I remember the boot approaching, impact and all. It was cold and dark and all of the sudden it was just me out there, on the cold ice. Nineteen years later and I still don’t know who they were and what has actually happened.

For whatever some might say, not everything happens for a reason. God is not busy keeping scores in a little red book and sometimes there is a good chance that when you see the boot approaching you haven’t actually done anything wrong.

Can anyone tell me a good reason for getting out of the house today? The list is open.

Blue again


Latest spam joke: from provides suffering (sic!), subject line is “Play and win”. I guess there is no wining without suffering. Hey people, I have met the contrary. Nobody I care for…

Finally, due to the new Blogger, I am rid of such delightful word productions when I comment on my own posts: kttkc (miau!ish), rellqz (relax!), keokci (misspelled karaoke), eyurl (phantasy), rayicd (bug spray), eycskfu (I don’t give a fuck!), jxelyum (some jelly), rgaaiomo (Japanese barfing), toifu (this one is sooo obvious), nfiarkuo (fearless), vvobabv (people whose name starts with v, when called “baby”), sleelvvyn (what, I only distantly know a Sylvain), uoeefott (foot desease, scratchy and difficult to get rid off). Feel free to add to the list. The game is still on for the rest of you.

Yes, this is one superficial note to mask the inner struggles I am having. As I have almost written on Tina’s present card this Christmas: “Nice fits in 2007″. I love double meanings.

Tempus fugit not capit musca


I have been watching Drawing Restraint 9. At first I wanted to say “What a pretentious piece of bullshit!”, but now, three hours later, I am tempted to be more melow. Some of the imagery is beautiful, but the narrative is inexistent. Finally it is just a collection of ocasionally beautiful shots of a well budgeted performance.

In other news, I am furiously erasing all mass text messages as they arrive on my mobile. By the way, I feel like shit.

The last post in 2006, staggeringly creative, just dashing


Everybody is gearing up for the medium night ahead. No, no, it doesn’t have to do with those spirits, just with the alcohol I guess. I say medium, because it’s so fake and mediocre. Especially since I am not up to it. Yes, I might be depressed. I can hear some idiot’s boom box booming. The reverbs, the joy. And it’s not even proper party time yet. The kids with a curfew are already blowing up the crackers in the street. A distant annoyance. While my next door neighbour is disturbing me loudly receiving his guests and insinuating the New Year’s Eve menu under my door. T is up for a monster fight on a minor reason. Running on a short fuse doesn’t work with my attitude, either. Could everybody just let me be, please, before we regret it?

Apologies to Andressa for not making it in Warsaw. My excuse is I am no fun to be with now, there are witnesses to that extent.

The good news is all this will pass away. I am glad to be rid of 2006 and I cannot say I am looking forward to 2007.